Cart Horse Poems - Poems about Cart Horse

...A wintery sun slips under a flat horizon. No faraway lights to guide me, just this pitch-dark moor and a racing pulse. I was thinking too much or not enough, long walks can turn you into a car......

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...Kathy and the Lake Monster we arrived at last after four hot hours travelling ever northward. in Boda’s old boat, at least that is what we called it, a huge, turquoise blue ford with grea......

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...A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of music to a break. ......

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...Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitati......

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